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It was after two in the morning. A prolonged shower and thunderstorm had emptied the streets. Diana usually loved the smell after rain, but this time she was insensible to anything but the cold center of anger in her core.
The museum—a former Gothic convent—took up an entire city block along the usually busy Rue de Metz. The original compound around it had probably been much larger, but the encroaching city had cut it down to its central buildings. Apartments and shops had sprung up on all sides, making the museum an anachronism among its newer, less stately neighbors.
Alec and Diana waited a few blocks down the street next to the van. They were parked next to the river, next to the Pont Neuf bridge while they waited for the circle to appear. Alec’s men had staked out all the entranc
